A/N: Hello there people! So I just wanted to start off by saying this is the first Degrassi fic I've written in *YEARS* (I still don't think that's enough emphasis on how long it's been). Truthfully, I've been really behind on the series. I'm at least a full season behind.

I decided to start watching the new season even though I'm behind and was completely blown away over this new Tristan and Miles relationship...and I love it! Seriously. I'm in love with it. I think it's brilliant. So much, that despite the fact I have 2 already started fics that I should be working on...I am now starting a third that features this lovely couple.

I have been trying to catch up, so bare with me if my story contains anything that might be contradicted by something that I missed in the last season.

I would love to hear any feedback! Thanks for reading :)

Miles Hollingsworth the third does not cry. Winston, the twins, even his parents have only seen him cry enough times to count on one hand, if not less. Even on those few occasions his tears were minimal - the warm liquid collecting in the corner of his eyes was only enough to spill one, maybe two trickles down his cheeks before it was over. But somehow he found himself trying to blink back the unfamiliar sting of moisture that was blurring his vision too much for him to properly see the screen on his phone. He was exhausted, and growing more so by the second as he fought between the darkness of night and his stupid phone He cursed out loud to himself with every pounding step he took as he fiddled with the stupid contraption before finally finding the number he was looking for.

Even Tristan knows Miles is not one for waterworks, which is exactly what made his heart drop when he heard the undeniable distress on the other end of the phone. He had been curled up on the living room couch beneath an old shaggy blanket, lost in one of his favorite movies. Struck by Lightning only seemed appropriate considering a hell-raising storm was brewing outside. The storm was so insane it startled him when his phone buzzed, surprising him that anyone had any reception. He answered without checking who it was, appropriately shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth as he spoke.

"Hullo?"

"Tristan."

Although he recognized the sound right away, there was something very different about it than ever before. Miles' voice was shaky and powerless - instantly warning Tristan that something was seriously wrong. The unmistakable hint of crying was tapping at Miles' throat - though Tristan was unsure of whether he was about to cry or had just finished. He could hear something loud and busy in the background but couldn't quite make out what it was. It all sent chills throughout his body, making him shoot upright with a new sense of alertness. He swallowed the contents in his mouth whole, taking a deep breath to suppress a cough.

"Miles?"

"Tristan I-I...shit!", an uneasy crashing sound pierced the line momentarily before Miles began to speak again, "Can I come over? Please?"

Tristan's heart began to pound rapidly against his chest. He could feel that this was not just the average invitation to hang out. Miles needed him urgently. He sprung to his feet and began to hastily filling his arms with the mess of empty soda cans and the popcorn bowl that had accumulated on the table.

"Uh. Yeah. Sure. I'll start picking up and let my mom know what's u-"

He was cut off by a deafening knock at the front door. He pulled the phone away from his ear, quizzically glancing between it and the door as he walked. He used his shoulder to pin the phone to his ear as he struggled to balance the garbage in one arm, freeing his hand to turn the knob. As the door swung open he gasped audibly, though the sound was drowned out between the crashing thunder and the noisy clatter of empty soda cans and popcorn being spilled against the tile floor. Tristan could feel his eyes growing wide his own voice now becoming shaky as he turned his head from the door frame just long enough to call out to the others in the house.

"MAMA! OWEN!"

A/N: So I originally intended this to be a one-shot. Like literally as I started this I was saying to myself it's gonna be a one shot fic. All up until about 5 minutes ago - when all the writing I did in the past 4 hours since I saved last was lost dude to my Internet crashing. So now I'm frustrated, and I just want to get this posted. So I'm going to go to my oh-so-typical tactic of a cliffhanger. Guess this fic has chapters now. :P Adios!